quiet

Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – Lewis Carroll

 

My robe smells of jasmine this morning, but I have no idea why.

I am drinking Tazo Green Ginger tea out of my favorite puffin mug.

I am homesick for myself, but I think I am slowly returning to normal.

It’s quiet here. I can hear two different clocks ticking.  It’s funny how they are ticking all of the time, but I don’t usually hear them.

I sometimes don’t post because I haven’t got a picture to go with it.  I think I will take some pictures today.

There are purple crocuses blooming in a fairy ring around the magnolia in our garden.   They make me think of magic and how fast time is flying.  It’s nearly spring again.

Time for more tea.  How are you?

I believe that every single event in life happens as an opportunity to choose love over fear.” – Oprah Winfrey

Much has been said about blogs being the edited version of ourselves, but I’ve found that those blogs don’t hold my interest for very long. Sometimes you just want to know where someone is really at.

Those ‘perfect’ blogs make me wonder. If you turn the camera slightly to the left, is there a pile of laundry on the floor? Do books clutter their desk or dishes fill their sink? Is their life really a bright sparkle of creative joy complete with glitter and new crayons or do they sometimes eat tubs of ice cream or sit in the shower and cry? Can they always find a clean tea towel when they need one?

Me? I’m in a quiet headspace right now. I am experiencing a run of strange luck and I am having trouble keeping focused on what I need to do. So far 2010 has kicked my ass a little bit. My heart is tired and let me tell you folks, there are definitely dishes in my sink. So that’s where my heart is now. What about you? Where is your heart at tonight?